Personal Narrative: Mrs. J. R.

I called the constituent, Ms Kathryn Chase, she said that is frustrated that nobody helps her to stop her siblings and her uncle stealing her mother's money and jewelry.

This weekend I interviewed J.Cherrelle Leslie, a very well-known young lady from my hometown of Fairburn Georgia. Leslie has just recently received her masters in transformative leadership from Bethune Cookman University this year but also has an associates in business administration and a bachelor degree in business with a concentration in marketing. This summer she started her first job since graduating from Bethune at Savannah State University where she is the Athletics Compliance coordinator. I choose to interview Ms. Leslie because I have an interest in marketing and she also graduated from Clayton State University with a bachelors in business concentrated in marketing in 2009. Although her current job does not deal with marketing, she

When people hear the word bay they think of the body of water. I think of my cousin. Rebecca Bay. Her tan skin. Her dark skin. All the skids on her knees. When we were nine she started to teach me to skateboard. When we were eleven she started to surf. She acts like her feet are never supposed to touch the ground, just hover close to it.

She was unapologetic about treating her students, especially her honors ones, like adults. She was strict about plagiarism and demanded our full efforts. Within our social studies curriculum, she found ways to infuse valuable life lessons and talk

Have you ever loved one thing so much that you just can’t stop thinking about it? Well, running was that “thing” for 16-year-old track star Jessica Carlisle. She lived, breathed, and ate running every single day up until the accident. When her track team’s bus is coming home from their meet, they collide with another vehicle that is going the opposite way. One of their teammates’ dies and Jessica ends up losing her leg.

The person I have chosen to do my essay on is Mrs. Gardner. Mrs. Gardner is my advisory teacher. When I first started school here at Potosi High School, I had a very difficult time adjusting to this new place. I had come fresh out of a homeschooling program and before that, I attended a small private school. I was scared that I wouldn't do well in this school. I was especially nervous about grade checks. I've always been a good student and made good grades, but I was worried that the stress of switching schools would get to me and I'd struggle. Mrs. Gardner has been encouraging and empathetic to me since day one. She has reminded me not to worry so much and that as long as I'm doing my best, that's all that matters. She has taught me

I was born in the Dominican Republic my parents named me Maria Esther, with many associate to be spanish but the true is originated from Hebrew. I'm 22 years old and too mature for my age. I'm the older of five kids, between my baby sister are 7 years apart, with made me to be responsible and not able to feel classes or choose to do wild and crazy things . growing up my family movie five time alway in urban area. My siblings and I grow up with many friends in different places. My sister and I attend private school until our 8 and 7 years old we started at the age of 2. I grow up in a catholic family, but I always was to curious at early age I started studying others religion what lead me to change my religion domination. My skin color is light brown. When people see me for

We line up for lunch. Mrs. Price thinks thinks everything’s okay after I gave the sweater to Phyllis Lopez, which made me upset, so I yelled at Phyllis, “You ruined my birthday!” Phyllis ignored me, which made me furious, so I step on her foot. Then she did it back to me, and Mrs. Price sees that and we both get in trouble. Mrs. Price give us a warning, but I decided to calm down instead of breaking down again.

My name is Rebecca Cooper I was born on June 17 1998 in San Diego California in a hospital called ciser perminente childeren’s hospital. I lived there until I was 7 then I moved to little old Corvallis Monana where I currently live. I started public school in 3 grade but due to the fact I can’t read I was put back a grade. I have moved around this whole Bitterroot valley but maintained my education in the Corvallis school district. I am currently an eleventh grader in Corvallis High

I had the pleasure of interviewing Ms. Yvonne Dill who attended UIC (University in Chicago) at the age of 16, which she is extremely proud to say. “I loved it because it was close to my home, and although I was close, I was still able to be independent and live on my own. I did graduate from that school in 4 years.” I am also close to home and I enjoy my independence as well. The only difference between she and I is the fact that I did not attend college at age 16. During her first few weeks as a freshman she admits, “I was not nervous, and I felt as if I was where I belonged. I adjusted very easily, and quickly. Three of my cousins (all two years older than me, two of which are twins) also attended the school, which made the transition very

I recently stumbled upon a box while I was rummaging through my closet filled with at least ten different aprons and folders from baking camps I had done at my old school. My mind flashed all the way to sixth grade, specifically my English teacher, and how much I had changed since then.

There was no more correspondence between them after Vivian set her last message. This was mildly concerning, so as the evening lingered on, she looked at her computer from time to time but there was no answer from the man on the other side of the screen. She had given him lots of information and she knew what she did was wrong, as this dude could be out right now stealing her bank account and identity and she giggled at the thought. If anyone was stupid enough to rob her shitty ass bank account, ok go ahead. Or if they wanted to take on her life then she would offer that to them as well. So, she didn't care after about five minutes of thinking about someone else living her life. Take it.

Ms. Judson and I were scheduled to meet over the weekend Friday at 1pm, Saturday and Sunday at 11am. I called and sent text messages to remind her of our meetings. Ms. Judson did not pick up my phone calls, so I left her messages. However, she did reply to my text messages. She informed me she had the Flu and was in the hospital. I made several attempts to meet with Ms. Judson this past weekend.

Hi my, name is Sheila I’m 26 now and I’m writing a letter to Torey, and how she helped me through the tough times and changed me. When I first got into Torey's class I was scared, and shy. Torey welcomed me into the class, even after my past she held me when all the other kids made fun of my smell. Torey would take me into the bathroom and wash me and clean my clothes so that the kids wouldn't make fun of me anymore. I didn't want Torey to leave me like my mama did with Jimmie.

In the year of eighteen hundred and ninety six, for a woman at my age to still be living the life of a miss is highly ‘unlady-like’ of me, especially in the heart of the South – Savannah, Georgia. For the most part, my family has me all done up like porcelain doll. Always making sure I am ‘Wedding ready’ as my aunt Martha likes to say. Martha is a kind and noble woman but let me make this very clear those are her words not mine. In my eyes most of what she has to say is redundant. I personally can never tell if the woman is fond of me or thinks I am the spawn of the devil here to fill her daughter‘s head with ideas of a sinful life. Martha speaks to me like she just realized the lemon she bit into is sour. Face always scrunched with nose